1818 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Robert Burns

John Keats to John Hamilton Reynolds, 13 July 1818; Works, ed. H. Buxton Forman (1901) 4:131.



One song of Burns's is of more worth to you than all I could think for a whole year in his native country. His Misery is a dead weight upon the nimbleness of one's quill — I tried to forget it — to drink Toddy without any Care — to write a merry sonnet — it won't do — he talked with Bitches — he drank with blackguards, he was miserable. We can see horribly clear in the works of such a Man his whole life, as if we were God's spies.